It's Patrick. He did it!
~ I'm having him. ~ His alibi holds up. ~ I want to help catch him.
We need you all to be scared of this guy.
The cat is probably something her imagination has manufactured
to soften the journey.
SHE SCREAMS
We've all put our neck in a noose for this kid. There's no going back.
You all right, sir?
She's missing.
RADIO: It's Wednesday 17th September and you're here with Andy Eden
and the all-new crew, brought to you in association with Readies.
♪ I've got some Readies! ♪
And it's a bit cold out there, so if you're smart -
and you must be, cos you're listening to us - stay tucked up
in bed and let us take care of you for the next two hours.
All right, here's a classic from the '80s to get us started
and you're here with Andy Eden and the all-new crew.
♪ I don't need this pressure on
I don't need this pressure on... ♪
TYRES SQUEAL
Stand back, please, I'm a police officer.
I didn't get a chance to stop. He just stepped out and...
I need an ambulance.
Bridge Street. Pedestrian hit by a car.
~ Dead on impact. ~ Bloody hell. Bloody hell! ~ Right, move back to your car.
Bloody nerve of it! He had no right to do this to me!
Five bloody times this has happened to me before.
~ You've run over five people?! ~ No, on the trains, love.
Driver for 20 years, I've got post-bleeding-trauma
because of folk like him walking onto the tracks, the big goodbye.
You're saying he deliberately stepped in front of your car?
Split second before I... hit him,
and all I see is him mouthing "sorry"
and then wham.
Sorry! Like that's going to make it all better.
I know a lot of you have pulled all-nighters,
you're running on fumes.
But there's that window between when he grabs them...
and when he kills them.
And it's not much. It's getting smaller. We're running out of time.
God knows, I don't want to be thinking about what
Teresa Adamson is going through right now at his hands.
I've looked through my big book of inspirational speeches from
Winston Churchill to Glenn Hoddle and it comes down to this -
we can do this.
We can find her, we can bring her home.
We have to...
because we're her only hope.
Go make her proud, yeah?
Dinah, I'm going to need you and Joy to head over to the parents.
Hey, we need a door knocker.
Suicide - Jeffery Braithshaw's stepped in front of a car.
Cheers(!)
Please don't tell me you're tramping his remains through the station.
Can we put out a disclaimer, "No psychics required?"
We've had three phone calls already this morning.
They're all talking out their arses. What... what's wrong with your shoes?
SHE SIGHS
Erm, Ma'am, here's a nice cuppa for you.
Just to pep you up because of what's happened.
Because of what's happened with Laurie?
Good night, was it?
Got pissed up,
rolling round the streets, relieved yourself against a car...
Oh, no, a police car, no less,
and then gave the arresting officer the verbals -
"Take me down, go ahead. I effing dare you."
I had a few drinks at band practice.
A few too many.
Way, way too many.
I'm sorry. I'm an embarrassment, a total disgrace.
I've seen you drunk. Properly drunk.
Bones are rubber, you're the happiest guy in the room.
Never snap, never snarl,
let alone get gobby with a police officer, of all people.
Can I not just be an arsehole for once?
There doesn't have to be a hidden meaning with everything.
I don't believe you.
I've got a missing girl...
100 things to juggle. Can't deal with 101.
I'll come back when you stop spinning me a line.
Come on...
Did you even notice I was gone last night?
Be gentler, yeah?
Sorry, it's just...
Our Teresa's very tidy, place for everything.
Everything in its place.
It might be easier if you wait downstairs.
CLATTERING
Right, face the wall.
Go on, it's a direct order.
Eyes front.
She went on and on about this, so I told her it was too expensive
and then...
Thought you'd surprise her.
What...?
What did he do to the other girls?
~ Susan... ~ I need to know.
You don't.
Really.
SUSAN SOBS
He's got her right now and...
I'm standing here and she's...
She's so sweet and silly, he just wouldn't hurt her. He wouldn't...
You couldn't. She's... I don't understand.
We're doing everything we can to get her back.
I promise.
I told her to get out there, enjoy herself.
That she's a person, not something to be pitied and...
Just go out and be stupid and normal like everyone else.
I...
SHE SOBS
I hate being a door-knocker.
It feels like I should have a cloak and scythe.
I've just put the kettle on.
We're sorry to inform you that your son was killed in a road accident.
He didn't suffer, it was instant.
Biscuits?
Sorry, can you turn it on?
I always forget. World of my own!
So you didn't hear anything we just said?
No, but I know why you're here.
We're behind on the leccy.
I said to my David and his Mrs, "If you don't pay up,
~ "they'll send the boys in blue round." ~ Is Mrs Braithshaw home?
David's wife?
~ Maybe better we speak to her first. ~ She's still in her bed.
She's been poorly.
Hello, Mrs Braithshaw? Are you decent? It's the police.
Mrs Braithshaw?
HE CLEARS HIS THROAT
Ah, fuck. As cold as ice, mate.
No, I didn't. I didn't even know she had a diary.
Do you have any idea what these letters mean?
Does Teresa have a friend who might know?
Might be able to help us understand the diary.
Maybe Olivia. Olivia Bacon. Liberty Close.
Have we got her number somewhere?
Don't worry. We'll treat it with respect.
She's going to be so mad we went through her room.
Won't she, Sus?
From a recent kidney operation - very recent.
Infection, onset of shock, low blood pressure,
hidden heart condition or any other wonderful variables.
I'm ruling out this hideous wallpaper being responsible,
~ but that's about it. ~ How about the husband, then?
~ Did her in and ran off? ~ Oh, such a morbid imagination, now.
Might have woken up next to the body or gone downstairs, come back and...
Definitely one for us lads to look into, though.
"Something rotten in the state of Primark," as the good bard said.
No hospital would have released her that soon after major surgery,
not in that state. Never.
~ Oh... ~ Sorry, she got away from me.
Mrs Braithshaw, we can't be here.
~ Oh... ~ Come on.
Oh...
~ Olivia? ~ It's a code.
~ I showed her how to do it. ~ How does it work?
It's easy. One letter forward.
And what did Teresa need a code for, Olivia?
She didn't want her parents to know.
"I have found a prince."
Did Teresa mention having a boyfriend?
No, but someone was very keen.
And how did they meet?
They haven't but they were going to.
"He says that I'm a clever girl and that we'll be together forever."
Did she say anything else about him?
She said she was happy.
She wanted a boyfriend.
"Handyman and Princess Teza forever."
Does that mean anything?
Princess Teza is her nickname.
Connie, could you take Olivia up for a cup of tea or something?
Are you going to find her?
We're going to try, OK?
Princess Teza with a Z and Handyman together bring up one search result.
Both got profiles on the same dating website.
"That special someone where barriers mean nothing."
Find out who owns that website.
We need full access, keys to their dirty little kingdom.
Check and see if there's any similar sites out there.
Might have multiple profiles.
Like you, in your internet dating phase.
~ Which we said we weren't ever going to speak about again. ~ Ma'am, Ma'am.
Laurie's been asking for you.
Well, unless he's hung himself by his shoelaces, I'm not interested.
~ He's not, has he? ~ He just wants a word.
Well, so does the rest of the world right now.
Just... brutally honest. Out of ten, how do I look?
Erm...
Seven and a half?
I like a man who's unconcerned about promotion.
We are appealing for the public to be vigilant,
to report anything suspicious. Someone out there knows this person.
They might not realise it, but they do,
and their phone call could be the key
to successfully finding Teresa Adamson.
She is a scared, vulnerable...
Sorry, Jim. Boring you, am I?
No, just...
Breaking news, Viv.
That's Inspector to you, and this is breaking news, you div.
What did your paper lead on this morning?
Some Corrie tart falling out of a nightclub
~ with her Golden Globes hanging out? ~ They've found the girl.
Sorry, Inspector.
Viv.
What are you doing to help protect other girls like Teresa, Inspector?
You're wanted inside, it's urgent.
Right, so the husband saw something floating in the canal.
He's dived in not realising, well, that it would always
be too late, and then he found the need to tweet about it - #deadbody.
That's not sarcasm, by the way. That's actually happened.
House-to-house, two-mile radius.
Comb back garden hedges, help the council to have drains checked,
see if the bins have been picked up.
Evidence, evidence.
Did he tweet about it before or after he called the police?
While he was waiting for them to arrive.
Brother-in-law's a journo. Word spread like dysentery in a bedsit.
I can help break it to Cathy if you like?
~ Just in case she takes it... ~ No, better it comes from me.
Might not be a bad idea to hear it from a sergeant, officially.
I mean, clinical, professional.
She is our star witness. We don't want her falling apart at the seams.
She's handling this better than any of us would. Just me.
When I was 19, my mum was still buying bras and knickers for me.
You OK?
I dunno, do I?
I feel like I want to smash something...
someone.
It's OK to feel angry. You shouldn't hold back.
This session with Peep, I'm going to get her to rip my skull open.
I feel like it's down to me, isn't it,
to remember his face and all that?
I'm sitting here thinking what I'd do to this guy if I had the chance.
What about you? Five minutes alone.
What would you do?
SHE SIGHS
I guess I'll just go play, then.
Cathy!
There's been noise complaints, abuse, all sorts.
~ We'll take it from here. ~ Thank you.
MUFFLED SHOUTING
Police.
What you doing?!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, what's going on here?
He not pay us. Say the money ran out!
~ I've paid you yesterday. ~ Then we stay another day!
Hey, don't!
What's all that about?
~ You should see the other fella. ~ Why? Has he got a micro penis as well?
I-it's not mine, it's theirs.
~ Tak. It's ours. ~ Seriously?
I demand to see top lawyer. You are bullshit people!
You're very super at your job.
So what did we pull the kid in for?
Says here he paid the hotel bill in advance.
We're not going to throw the book at him
for going up a couple of prozzies.
It's Franny Lowry of the Cinder Block Lowrys.
Honours degree in fucking up from the university of life.
Currently sleeping off the mother of all comedowns.
So where does 19-year-old Franny get the money to
pay for a week in a luxury hotel?
~ Said he'd been in a fight? ~ Well, yeah, he said.
~ He had a massive scar here, recent. ~ Have you seen Jonah or Taz?
DOOR SLAMS
Um, I-I'm pretty sure you're not allowed in here.
That body this morning, wife of the suicide, it had a scar, right?
Operation across the kidney?
Yeah, she's in the autopsy queue,
behind the poor Downs girl, obviously.
Water's on the fritz at home.
~ You've got photos of it, right? ~ The plumbing? ~ The scar.
Er, yeah, they're on file. I'll show you.
So we've got the hotel, the room service, TWO ladies of the night.
Comes to about two grand, which you paid cash in hand.
~ A lot of loose coins to have jangling in your pockets, Franny. ~ I won it.
At the bookies? Hmm.
The thing is about a win like that is we would have heard about it.
MOBILE PHONE ALERTS
Everybody would have heard about it.
Do you know what this is?
No. Nah, it's not yours but that look just told me volumes.
Jack, I can't believe I'm going to ask this.
Did you sell your own kidney for cash, Franny?
You know it's illegal, right, even it it's your own?
~ Conspiracy to commit GBH. ~ Jail sentence, that.
All we need is a name, a number. Who set it all up?
I told you. I won it at the bookies.
Look, I'm a realist.
I know you're not going to sign witness statements,
stand up in court. Pipe dream, that.
You're a Lowry and your dad and brother will have
filled your head about how a real man keeps his mouth shut.
Does his time without complaining.
But you've never been to prison before, have you?
Three years, Franny. Why don't you try talking?
Bring those years down.
Unfortunately, Theresa's autopsy didn't throw up anything unexpected.
She died the same way as the other girls,
sexually assaulted then drowned.
No DNA, no traces.
You looking into this website, though?
Still trying to find the owner.
Er, do you mind?
Would you mind?
It's all right. I know what I'm doing.
See, hacking into a website is basically the same
principle as cutting into bodies.
You try to be precise, not cause too much damage on the way in.
~ That makes sense. ~ No, I'm just saying that.
I thought it'd sound good. Totally different, really.
They think this website's run out of eastern Europe.
Yeah, I reckon that's a sch-mokescreen!
What makes you say that?
Because just below the terms and conditions,
which nobody ever reads, they've also written, "Come on, the Dale".
Rochdale AFC, right?
36 consecutive seasons in the bottom division, but we're on the rise now.
Definitely sounds local to me.
Of course, you'll want to check with the cyber guys it's OK for me
to proceed, dig deeper.
Fuck 'em, that's my motto. Name and address soon as you can.
I took a loan out with Readies...
You know, they've got the talking chipmunk?
.. and they kept sending me warning letters - "Pay up, you dick!"
Now, I'm on my fourth and this guy calls up, offers to help.
He says that if I...
You know, cash in hand, no questions.
Well, that's all.
Oh, for fuck's sake! Oh, for fuck's sake!
That's not fair. I don't know anything else.
Name...
and number.
I don't know what's making me more nervous,
the fact that if we screw this up, we don't have a case, don't have
evidence, or that it feels like the start of the worst blind date ever.
How's Bob doing, by the way?
'How many times this week you blown him off?'
'I beg your bloody pardon? You nosey bastard!'
'I've been cancelled on him.'
Back on the clock, incoming to your right.
'Sarah Wood?'
Hiya, yeah.
So, Franny Lowry gave you my number?
He shouldn't have. It's not how I do things.
~ How do you know him? ~ My cousin used to go out with him.
Condolences.
HE LAUGHS
Just wondering how we get from that to this here?
Cos he's got a big mouth...
.. and because I'm desperate.
Get a payday loan, tide you over.
'OK, reel him in. A bit more vulnerability.'
Like I'm ever going to be able to pay that back.
Jesus, the roof's leaking, I've got a kid, taken on another.
Every morning I wake up and it's like someone's choking me.
'Never seen you round here.'
'Born and bred, for my sins.'
Buy me a couple of voddies and coke and that side'll come out,
believe me.
Look, Franny just said if I needed cash you were the guy to see.
COUPLE ARGUES
.. your cheeky fucking mouth!
'Shit, Dinah, I think he's clocked me.'
I'm screwed here. Please, I'm...
I'm fucking drowning.
That's it.
How much would you be looking for?
COUPLE ARGUES
WOMAN SCREAMS
Sarah?
You were good. Pretty convincing.
If someone was doing what I think you're suggesting,
what's the crime, really?
We're talking about people who are so desperate
they'd sell their own kidneys.
Little bit cramped in here for a high horse.
Miriam Brazier, remember her?
Found dead in her bed after botched after care.
Yeah.
LIFT: Doors opening.
You've got nothing.
You've got my wire.
ECHOING: And it's raining.
And it's cold.
And I'm pissed off.
And there's a van, and he's stopping.
And he's saying something.
And there's that cat.
Bloody cat, dressed up.
Bow tie.
Try to look up, try to see his face.
I'm trying.
He's there.
I can see him. He's...
DISTORTED NOISE
SHE GASPS
Fuck!
What's wrong with me?
A hand, a mouth, a cat. That fucking cat!
~ It's nothing. ~ You're getting closer. You're filling in the blanks.
Closer's nothing.
He's going to rape and kill another girl, and it's my fault, see?
My fucking slow head, my brain!
DOOR OPENS
~ We always knock. ~ Sorry, ma'am.
Er... Just your husband's been asking for you again.
He picked the wrong bloody day.
And...
Dinah and Spike are back.
Sting was a bust.
'Course it was. That kind of day.
Here's what's worrying me. I think this Andrew's doing a hit-and-run.
Two kidney incidents in one week? Sweeps in, secures the operations,
then he's gone. Vapour. Dust.
Now he knows we've rumbled him.
~ Because I've blown the cover? ~ No.
You did the right thing steaming on in, Charlie Bronson.
But he'll be pulling out ASAP.
Mobile was a burner, pay-as-you-go.
No address, and now, out of service.
Hey. You've still got that Readies connection.
Penny Lowry and Miriam Brazier both live in Cinder Block, right?
Well, both also have payday loans with Readies.
And are both on their fourth warning letter,
which the locals call the Angry Chipmunk.
But the thing is, Andrew got in touch with Franny, not the other way round.
So, how did Andrew know that Franny was in debt?
Let's get a warrant for the Readies client list.
Cross-reference final warnings with Cinder Block residents.
See if there's someone else Andrew's trying to contact.
Do you mind if I do it, ma'am?
It's just, that fucking chipmunk, it brings out the rage in me.
~ I need you for a taxi run. ~ Who's the pick-up?
That self-pitying little shit Patrick Llewellyn.
Miller grabbed some profile pics from the dating website.
None of them seem to match the E-fit, but you never know.
~ Maybe one of them will ring a bell for Patrick. ~ On it.
"On it".
Do like me a bit of macho talk.
Viv.
~ Viv! ~ No.
No, I'm not interested.
You don't even know what I'm going to say!
Even though you don't realise it, you need Laurie's support.
By keeping him in the cells, you're not just punishing him.
You're punishing yourself.
I probably wouldn't have made it so mushy, though.
Well, you would. It might have worked.
But we're the jugglers here, and the circus is only going to get busier.
Stuart and Tegan are en route
to bring in the owner of the website, Roland Stubbs.
Want me to have a crack at him for you?
Oh, she reads my mind, anticipates my moves.
It's like Torvill and Dean dancing the bloody bolero.
Bit before my time, that one.
SHE SIGHS
You look like a dog trying to do long division.
Saw the photo my dad sent you.
~ Oh. ~ Don't know what he was thinking.
No... he was only responding in kind.
Wait, you sent my dad photos of yourself?
Why?
Cos he asked.
~ You've not...? ~ No.
Not yet, anyway.
Can we just focus here? Cos for all we know,
this website guy could be the one who killed those girls,
and if he comes lunging at me with his cock tucked between his legs
and a meat cleaver in his hands, I'd rather have back-up
that wasn't obsessing over his dad's sex life.
What?
SHE SIGHS
Why did you start the website, Roland?
To know if it was other people or...
Me, I was just...
struggling to meet... you know...
girls.
Turned out it was a total sausage-fest anyway, and...
Do you know a user called Handyman?
That...
Th-that's what you want to see me about?
He's the one you think with the...
the girl?
(Fucking hell.)
Roland...
.. what did you do?
Roland clocked Handyman straight away because he was very specific.
Downs only. Right, Keith's trying to get Handyman
to upgrade to platinum membership. Handyman won't.
So Roland, annoyed, thinks about banning him,
but then decides to mess with him instead.
Creates a fake Downs girl, Patty,
who agrees to meet Handyman for a date.
September 6th.
The night Cathy was taken.
Right.
The Laughing Dog pub, where Patty agreed to meet Handyman,
and, just a few streets away...
.. Belvedere Road, where Cathy was abducted.
So, say Handyman goes there. Yeah?
Waits for Patty, who never arrives, obviously. Well, he's frustrated.
All dressed up, nowhere to go. Takes a drive. It was raining.
Visibility was low...
Mistakes Cathy for one of his type.
We take control of Patty's profile, we send Handyman a message,
apologise, ask him for another chance.
See if we can't coax this bastard out of
~ whatever rabbit hole he's hiding in. ~ KNOCK AT DOOR
Sorry, ma'am. There's been a hiccup with the Readies warrant.
I'll pretend I didn't hear that, Joy.
So... You know you filled out the paperwork for the warrant
~ and then passed it off to me to get to the magistrate? ~ Yeah.
I sort of forgot about it.
~ You forgot about it? ~ It's been sent off now.
I'm sorry. I've just had a lot on my plate. I'm really sorry.
Right, then. Well, clear your bloody plate!
Without that warrant, that whole organ case is grinding to a halt.
Shit! Viv is going to skin me!
~ We're never going to get it in time now... ~ I'm sleeping in my car.
What?
Has... Has something happened between you and Rosie?
HE SIGHS No...
Sorry, I...
I made that up.
Up there with "dog ate my homework" or "big boy did it and ran away".
~ Jonah! ~ And you won't need a warrant for the Readies case,
because they won't want the bad publicity.
They'll hand over the list. If the other option's
them having their name splashed all over the papers...
And honestly, what I said about sleeping in my car,
I don't know where that came from. I screwed up. That's all.
Right. Call Readies main office, say what you just said.
Get them to agree access, because we need their client list.
And, Jonah?
If... If you do need to talk...
Nothing to talk about, ma'am.
ADVERT: ♪ Come get some Readies
♪ Fast cash for you! ♪
JINGLE RESTARTS
Want to shut that thing off?!
JINGLE STOPS
Oh, I've got that stupid chipmunk's voice in my head.
It's technically a squirrel and not a chipmunk.
They've got him dancing around in a tree.
It's the squirrels that build their homes in the branches.
The chipmunks, they live underground.
~ 'One more to check out.' ~ Roger, fingers crossed for that.
What's the story with this one?
Alison Carey, 36. Still got outstanding debts with Readies.
Got her fourth warning three weeks back.
A fifth warning, they send a guy in a chipmunk costume round
to break your legs.
BUZZER SOUNDS
Er... no, I've not. Nobody's been in touch or nothing.
~ Is your husband around? ~ Ah, he's away working.
In the building trade.
Away being...?
Germany.
Oh, yeah. I heard a lot of the lads were going over recently.
They're helping do that new...
Erm... Ausgaben Bank head office.
That's right, yeah.
Then, let me tell you about this guy.
He finds someone in debt on the estate, an easy target,
desperate, ready to crumble.
Told you, it's not me.
Ausgaben Bank head office...
Pulled that one out of me arse.
A woman's died.
A few streets over. Miriam Brazier.
Sold her kidney, then bled to death internally in her own bed.
That could so easily be your husband.
~ Look, I know how you feel. ~ Really?
You know, do you?
Because I have dreams, proper, real dreams,
about smothering my own kids, myself,
just so I can be free of all this
for one fucking day where I am not scared shitless!
Ryan's tried to get a job!
Look, you're not here to help, you never are.
No, you're right. We're not.
We're here to warn you
that this man doesn't give a shit about you and your family.
You're numbers in a margin to him. You're profit.
This is what you're risking.
I thought that photo thingy really worked.
Or the speech.
Uh, maybe. One...
or the other.
Well, we follow her instead.
Maybe she's worried enough to go see her husband, or...
Or something else.
You laid it on a bit thick, you know.
Fucking hell!
Today, all right?
The operation is happening today.
She hates me, doesn't she? Your boss.
~ I can tell. ~ No, that's just her way.
~ Short, sharp, to the point. ~ It's all right.
Don't like her much either.
Anything?
If there's someone here in particular that you want me to point out,
just say the word.
No. No, Jesus, no!
Just tell us if you think any of them are the guy you saw.
Honestly, I'm trying, but...
no.
The arresting officer's been shagging someone else
behind his missus's back.
You blackmailed him into letting me go, did you?
I persuaded him to save on paperwork.
HE LAUGHS
People lie to me every day, Laurie.
~ You get into a kind of mind-set... ~ There's no need to apologise, love.
Who's apologising? I'm saying I don't believe you.
I think there's other reasons why you got out your tree
~ and went off like that. ~ OK,
I pissed against a police car because...
I don't like the police. They've taken my wife away from me
and I don't know how to talk to her about it.
~ How have they taken me away? ~ It's like you're not here any more, Viv.
Maybe that's because here is where we let a defenceless girl down.
Where the best we could do was have her dragged out of the cold water.
Not taking that home. Sorry.
No.
Tell you what.
Name ten people whose cars you want pissing on,
and I'll do it.
Make it 25 and you've got a deal.
Our guy here is going to take you home.
Listen, don't beat yourself up about it. You did your best, OK?
~ Thanks. ~ All right.
Hey, Laurie, you big fanny. Bet you've got the hangover to end all.
~ Yeah, and then some for my sins. ~ You're live on air, caller.
Location of operation confirmed. Kicking off now, we're heading over.
~ We've got a big one. ~ Yeah?
I'll see you at home, OK?
~ Oh, wait in the car, OK? ~ With the money?
There's no way I still get it, no.
All right, sweep in. Cover the exits.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
Find out who these lovely people are.
Will do.
Shut it down.
Hold up.
Hold up a moment.
Think we've got a runner! I'll go round the back.
It's not just a removal.
Got eyes. We thought it was harvest festival, didn't we?
~ But it's a recycling bank. ~ That's the recipient's family.
The NHS won't even put him on a transplant list.
Low chance of success, waste of resources.
And if we put a stop to this, kidney goes for nothing.
Unless the transplant was in progress when we arrived.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. We both know you're in trouble.
So I'd focus if I were you. I'd really bloody focus.
~ Anything? ~ Nothing.
~ FOOTSTEPS ~ Wait.
First floor!
Andrew!
You look nice.
Like a proper copper. It suits you.
Oh, and there was me about to arrest you,
but seeing as you've got such a sweet mouth...
Look, no matter what you think about me, I did those people a favour.
~ Why don't you just let me bring you in, Andrew? ~ Hang on.
You've seen the state of places like that, yeah?
If you're born there, your life expectancy takes a ten year hit
~ right off the bat. ~ And that's before someone like you sweeps in
~ to exploit their situation, right? ~ There are places in India
where half the village have sold organs. Half the village - for what?
300 quid a pop.
~ I pay 2,000. ~ SHE LAUGHS
And how much do you sell them on for?
Andrew, what's your plan here?
Hoping to lecture us to death?
See, she understands.
She pretends she doesn't, but...
When she was telling me that whole spiel about the kids,
about how she feels like she's drowning,
she meant every word.
Didn't you?
You're as desperate as they come.
Joy! Joy!
~ Ah! ~ Argh! Arrrgh! ~ Get down!
HE SHOUTS AND MOANS
All I did was ask for a photo of your dad.
Are you going to sulk like a 12-year-old?
A naked photo of my dad, Tegan.
Who, by the way, uses women like Kleenex.
Does his business with them, crumples them up, tosses them aside.
~ I've seen it all my life. ~ Oh, OK, so this is real concern for me,
~ this, isn't it? And not your screwed up daddy issues? ~ Not concern. Pity.
You did the son, now you're going to do the father.
~ Yeah, do you know what? You can fuck off, an' all. ~ OK, fine by me.
You sure you're all right? That was some hit.
Look, I'm sorry I froze back there.
No! It was great. See, that's my job.
If any of you lot freeze, I have to act,
and I knew that before but it suddenly all just clicked.
At least until we went through that glass, and then I was just like...
that was stupid. SHE LAUGHS
~ That's Patty ready for reactivation. ~ Go for it.
And Joy said let there be light, and there was light.
What happened?
I got overconfident.
Tried petting a wounded animal.
Might want to sit down.
INDISTINCT SHOUTING FROM VIDEO
SHARP YELP FROM VIDEO
SLAPPING NOISES
Surprise!
Drink that while you're getting ready.
I'm taking you somewhere special tonight, and no arguments.
Erm, is Cathy home?
Yeah, she's upstairs I think.
Dinah. HE SIGHS
I saw the video.
~ You and Dr Peep. ~ She OK? ~ What do you think?
You're going to have to look at me sometime, Cathy.
You can't pretend this didn't happen.
Look, I know you're frustrated.
No, you don't know! About me, how I feel.
You treat me like I'm some fucking puzzle to be solved.
~ I don't. ~ I enjoyed it! Hitting her. Slapping her.
Knowing she wasn't going to fight back and...
I'm going to go and stay at Alpha's.
~ I'm upset, but I'm not throwing you out! ~ I have to anyway.
Why?
Why do you have to go?
~ A few months now. ~ Oh, Cathy...
Don't worry. It's Alpha's.
He's over the moon. He's going to be a great dad.
Enthusiastic twat.
I bet you're kind of relieved, right?
Not going to be your responsibility no more.
PHONE BEEPS
~ Is she leaving? ~ Yeah.
Oh.
You want me to give her a lift?
Erm...
I've been called in to work.
Sorry.
I know. I'm a nightmare.
Same time tomorrow, yeah?
What, when you say you've cooked me dinner...?
Yeah?
Takeaway is not the same thing.
Listen, I've got to dash. There's something big going on here.
Well, I'll tell you later.
Now say you love me and piss off, eh?
Should've had him arrested months ago. Perfect husband.
Right, so here's the news. We got hit 20 minutes ago.
~ Handyman sent a message to Patty. ~ Oh, what's he been saying?
"Hey, sexy." Pause of 34 seconds. "Where you been?"
Pause of one minute 40 seconds.
"Usually don't give girls who stand me up a second chance.
"Might make an exception for you, if you're lucky."
~ And did we reply back? ~ Just a smiley.
One of them that's winking and blowing a kiss at the same time.
Thought it best to start slow, make him do a bit of work for my attention. Keep him interested.
COMPUTER PINGS
And apparently he is.
Handyman's tried to make contact with Miller.
He's agreed to a date!
SHOUTING AND CRASHING
They know where we live.
Going after my wife. They've gone after Elizabeth.
This is not justice. He should never have been released.
Whoa, get off me, you mad bitch!
SCREAMING Why wasn't I told what he'd done?!
Are you threatening me?
I think so.